Fallen into Demonic Ways

"Who else is from the Three-Color Mask Gang?" Murong asked coldly.

Her tone was devoid of any emotion, like a frigid robot.

The person being interrogated had their body impaled with sword fragments. Murong had shattered a sword into a hundred pieces and controlled each fragment to pierce the person's body.

"I... I c-can't... say, please... please spare me!" Jiang Xia, the one being interrogated, stammered.

His words conveyed that he had been severely tortured, yet he still refused to speak.

Murong frowned and looked at another person, asking, "You tell me?"

"I can't say either," the person asked shook their head in terror.

Murong looked at them and asked thoughtfully, "Are you under a restriction?"

Jiang Xia nodded repeatedly. Just then, his head suddenly exploded with a "bang."

With a wave of her sleeve, Murong flicked all the blood aside, splattering the other four Qingyun Sect disciples.

"A restriction?" Murong mused inwardly.

It seemed there was a major conspiracy involved, otherwise, there would be no need for such restrictions.

She shifted her gaze to the other four, saying, "Speak, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise... you know what will happen."

As she spoke, the sword fragments were pulled from Jiang Xia's body and floated behind her.

"I'll count to three," Murong said softly to one of them.

"No, no, please let me go!" the person pleaded, crying.

"Three," Murong's emotionless voice cut through the air.

The person trembled in fear, continuously begging Murong to spare him.

Murong remained unmoved, continuing her emotionless count, "Two... One."

"Pfft, pfft, pfft~~"

All the fragments plunged into the person's body, and they immediately fainted from the pain.

Murong's eyes turned red at some point, and she shifted her gaze to another person, "And you?"

At this moment, the fragments flew out of the previous person, still dripping with blood, looking terrifying.

The third person looked at Murong in panic, their mental defenses shattered. They opened their mouth to speak: "..."

"Bang~"

Another head exploded.

"Ah..."

The last two people cried out in shock at the sight.

Now, it seemed they had only two choices: either their heads would explode, or they would be tortured to death. Neither option was pleasant.

A glint flashed in Murong's blood-red eyes as she turned her gaze to the fourth person.

Before she could even speak, the fourth person was scared unconscious.

However, fainting was no escape. Murong stepped on his leg, breaking it and forcing him to wake up in pain.

"Speak!" Murong looked down at him.

The fourth person clutched his leg, hesitated, and was about to speak.

At that moment, Murong suddenly attacked. A fine needle formed from divine power pierced the fourth person's brain, breaking the restriction before it could activate.

The fourth person touched their head in confusion and exclaimed with surprise, "It's still here, my head is still here!"

"Speak," Murong's devilish voice dragged him from heaven back to hell.

The fourth person immediately knelt before Murong, "I'll talk, I'll talk! Actually, everyone in the Qingyun Sect is part of the Three-Color Mask Gang."

"Hmm?" Murong's eyes widened slightly. This was something she hadn't expected.

After a detailed interrogation, Murong finally understood the general outline of the entire matter.

It turned out that the Grand Elder of the Qingyun Sect was nearing the end of his lifespan. To seek a sliver of hope, he intended to use heretical methods to help him break through, extend his life, and simultaneously surpass his own limits.

Because this Grand Elder had gone mad a few years prior, his secret of cultivating heretical cultivation became known to everyone in the Qingyun Sect.

The Qingyun Sect immediately sealed the news and closed its mountain gates. It was precisely because of this that these Qingyun Sect disciples had these restrictions implanted in their minds, causing their heads to explode if they mentioned related secrets.

However, the Grand Elder probably never imagined that there would be someone in this world who could break his restriction! And moreover, it was a three-year-old girl.

After the Grand Elder was exposed, the Qingyun Sect's higher-ups decided to drop the pretense and directly establish the Three-Color Mask Gang to help the Grand Elder quickly collect corpses of cultivators with high cultivation for his practice.

Anyone in the Qingyun Sect who refused had only one outcome: death. Thus, anyone who dared to disobey in the Qingyun Sect had long since been killed.

Upon its establishment, the Three-Color Mask Gang set its sights on middle-tier families. These families had many powerful individuals and were within the Qingyun Sect's control, making them ideal targets.

Subsequently, the evil deeds of the Three-Color Mask Gang began to spread throughout the martial world, but no trace of them was ever found. This was all due to the covert assistance of the Qingyun Sect, one of the Three Great Sects.

"No wonder the Qingyun Sect stopped recruiting disciples a few years ago; so this is what happened."

Murong understood everything. At the same time, she learned of Wu Tianming's existence from the fourth person, making Wu Tianming her next target.

She turned to look at the two, a flash of her sword ending the lives of the fourth and fifth individuals, and also killing the second person who had been knocked unconscious.

Afterward, she left, but she didn't notice that her eyes had turned an extremely bloodshot red.

Murong quickly found Wu Tianming. She dragged him to the rooftop of the main hall of the Qingyun Sect and, under everyone's gaze, broke Wu Tianming's fingers one by one. After breaking his fingers, she broke his hands, then his feet, and then began to flay him piece by piece.

The entire Qingyun Sect echoed with Wu Tianming's screams, yet no one stepped forward to rescue him. Anyone who tried was crushed into a bloody paste by the terrifying pressure emanating from Murong.

"Go call the elders, quickly call the elders!"

A disciple shouted in panic.

There was no need for them to call; the sect's high-ranking officials had already begun to arrive.

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Murong's blood-red eyes. She stomped on Wu Tianming's head, crushing it, and then surveyed everyone, slowly saying, "Today, I will annihilate the Qingyun Sect."

With that, her figure vanished abruptly. The next moment, chaotic screams erupted from among the ordinary disciples.

The Qingyun Sect's higher-ups, enraged and somewhat fearful, shouted, "Little girl, how dare you!"

A group of experts surrounded her, but in the next instant, they lost sight of Murong.

"Pfft~"

A sword appeared in Murong's hand from somewhere. The sword pierced through the forehead of an elder, and then she vanished again.

"Quick, quickly invite the Grand Elder."

The Grand Elder was the only one the Qingyun Sect could rely on now. Besides the Grand Elder, any Divine Realm cultivators they had were merely propped up by pills and lacked actual combat experience.

This was why the Qingyun Sect had tried every means to keep the Grand Elder alive. Because the Qingyun Sect was in a lean and weak period, without the Grand Elder to support them, they wouldn't even be able to maintain their status as one of the Three Great Sects.

However, even if the Grand Elder arrived, it would be useless. Murong's current strength was no longer something that people from this continent could contend with.

If not for the Chaos Divine Body nullifying heavenly tribulations, she would be undergoing one right now.

At this moment, Murong was completely immersed in slaughter. Killing intent coiled around her, and her aura was soul-stirring, like a god of war descending upon the world. Every time she appeared, someone fell.

If an insider saw her current state, they would immediately understand.

She had fallen into demonic ways.

In fact, this period was the easiest for Murong to fall into demonic ways. Having just experienced the myriad aspects of life, she appeared worldly-wise but was actually internally very chaotic. Experiencing something was not the same as comprehending it; having gone through it didn't mean she understood its meaning.

Coupled with the fact that she had killed many people, showing a subtle tendency towards becoming a killer, this made it even easier for her to fall into demonic ways.

Her current rampage clearly indicated that she had completely succumbed to demonic influence.

After seven days and seven nights of slaughter, Murong killed everyone in the Qingyun Sect. Not a single person escaped, because she prioritized killing those who tried to flee, adhering to the principle of not letting anyone get away.

Murong stood with her foot on the Grand Elder who cultivated heretical cultivation, laughing up at the sky, her laughter echoing throughout the Qingyun Mountain area.

A few days later, the massacre of the Qingyun Sect quickly swept across the entire continent. From then on, people "affectionately" referred to the perpetrator as the Demon Slayer.

But they didn't know that this act was carried out by a three-year-old girl.

"That's it?" Zhou Hao asked, still wanting more.

He had been listening intently.

Murong nodded and said, "After that, I met my master. The Calming Incantation you're learning was taught to me by her."

"I see," Zhou Hao said, enlightened. It seemed the Calming Incantation really had something special. After all, falling into demonic ways was much harder to overcome than his inner demon.

Seeing Murong standing before him in this state today, he knew she must have successfully overcome the demonic influence.